“You’ll have to forgive me Da-ge, it’s been a while since we’ve done this and you know how clumsy I’ve always been,” Nie Huaisang lamented, running his fingers through his older brother’s long coarse hair, gathering it up and dividing it in even strands to braid. Nie Huaisang’s hands moved swiftly and surely; it was a relief to find that his hands remembered the style Nie Mingjue always liked best; the bold braids that proudly proclaimed the fierce Nie sect leader.

After all, his Da-ge needed to look presentable for his final battle.